by Nikki Wild
“You’re not exploiting what happened to her in order to make me look better,” I explained sternly.
“But nothing happened, thanks to your timely and heroic intervention,” Jess protested. “And besides, where the fuck is this Lex coming from? Used to be that you’d take anything that made you look better.”
“I don’t follow,” I replied, slipping some of my possessions into my blazer and slacks pockets.
“The Patrovo Corporation contract, you ruddy idiot,” Jess hissed. She nodded towards the door. “You need shit like this to make you look better in their eyes. Has Alistair Pritch ever saved anyone from rape? Who knows! But now Lightning Lex Lambert has! All of a sudden, you’re right at the top of the pile, where we both know you deserve to be.”
“Not like this,” I reprimanded her. “Absolutely not like this. I forbid it.”
“You forbid it?”
“I do,” I snarled, stepping closer to her. “You are not to exploit this woman to further your agenda of representing me.”
“For God’s sake, exploiting her is why I told you to go find her again! You pay me to do this,” Jess retorted. “The agenda feeds me. That agenda. The agenda that keeps the British public pleased with you. Did you forget that you’re a loose cannon? You need me to pick up after you, Lex! Without me doing my job, you’d never get that sponsorship in your wildest dreams!”
“I am not telling you to not do your job,” I hissed, practically dribbling acid around my lips. “I am telling you that you leave Riley Ricketts out of it. Are we clear?”
“You’ve got it bad for this one, don’t you?” Jess asked. I could see some revelation unfolding in her eyes.
“I’m not letting anyone – you included – take this traumatic thing she’s experienced and force her to live it publicly, going through it again and again,” I told her. “It’s not the right thing to do.”
Jess shook her head. “She’s gotten into your brain, man. You never troubled yourself with what the right thing to do would be. You’re changing.”
“So what if I am?” I demanded.
“I’m not saying you’re changing for the worse, Lex,” Jess clarified, her tone softening as she looked into my eyes. “I’m saying that it’s for the better. Whatever you two have, whatever you’re doing… you need to capitalize on this.”
“You’re not exploiting–”
“Not me, you,” she told me. “Don’t you dare let this one slip away from you, Lex. You need her. She’s going to show you how to be better than who you are… and even when this thing between you both ends, you’ll come away from it a stronger, greater man for it.”
I thought on this as we heard a knock at the door. Jess mouthed the words, “Think about it,” and then walked over and let Riley back into the room.
“Oh, you’re… up,” Riley commented.
“I think it’s time we get out of here, don’t you think?” I flashed her a smile. “We could both use a clean, soft place to sleep.”
“That sounds good,” Riley nodded.
Jess suddenly realized that she was the third wheel, and clasped her hands together. “Well. I think that I’ve taken up enough of your time now… it’s good to see that you haven’t dropped dead somewhere,” she laughed nervously. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two of us, and she took herself a deep breath.
“Jess, calm down,” I commanded her lightly. “You’ve been itching to see more of New Orleans. Take a guided tour! Hit some pubs, yeah? Get your tourist bullshit out of the way.”
I walked over to the tired American woman, placing the backs of my knuckles against her cheek. “I think my friend here can keep me out of trouble from now on… wouldn’t you agree, Riley?”
Riley afforded me a small smile.
“Yeah, I think I can probably manage that.”
“So it’s settled, then,” I turned back to my secret publicist. With a mystical wave of my fingers, I let my voice boom: “I hereby release you, Jessica Partridge, of your bindings. From this moment forth until your services are needed once more, you are free to wander the port of New Orleans, out from under my oppressive reign.”
Jess did a slow twirl and lifted her fingertips, pretending to rise out from a spell. “It’s over!” She chortled. “Your evil magic is gone! Now, I’m free! Free to not incessantly worry about your constant stream of bullshit!”
Jess and I shared a heavy laugh.
Even Riley looked cheerful.
26
Riley
Upwards of an hour later, streetcar ride and all, I was leading Lex Lambert up to my apartment. It didn’t occur to me until I was unlocking the door that he hadn’t seen it… and that we’d been in his hotel room for last time.
This time was going to be a little different.
Lex didn’t get the apartment tour. What he did get, however, was shown my bedroom, where I pushed him down onto the side of my queen-sized bed.
“You’re feeling a bit frisky, aren’t you?” Lex muttered huskily, clearly already knowing where this was going.
“Shut up,” I told him as I sank to my knees in front of him.
“You’re moving rather quickly today–”
I paused, glaring up at him.
“Lex, let me ask you something: do you want your cock in my mouth, or not?”
He instantly shut up.
“That’s a good boy.”
I ripped at his slacks, unzipping the fabric and helping him kick off his shoes and remove his socks again. He shifted his hips so that I could tug the pants down, leaving him in his boxers, his button-up shirt, tie, and blazer.
“That just looks goofy. Get up.”
“I – what?”
“Get up, take everything off, and sit back down again,” I commanded. “Or else I’ll just shred all of that stuff off of you, and it looks a little on the expensive side…”
Lex took the hint, standing up to disrobe out of his clothes. Everything wound up over the back of my chair, and he was soon relaxing backwards in bed as I crept between his thighs.
His cock looked even bigger in the light. My hand was positively tiny by comparison, but I wrapped my fingers around it, squeezing lightly before giving it a few good strokes.
Already, a bead of precum was forming a pearlescent droplet at the tip of his crown. Eagerly unwilling to waste the gift, I pressed the tip of my tongue against his head, licking the salty bead from the engorged head.
Between that and beginning to stroke him with gusto, Lex leaned his head back into my pillows, groaning with satisfaction.
Before he could grow bored with this, I shifted my fist further down his cock and enveloped the head with my lips. I was unwilling to test how much of him I could take inside just yet, but I wanted to feel his cum spurt out across my tongue, filling my mouth… and I knew that I could definitely get him off to do it.
“Riley…” Lex groaned, clenching one eye as he glanced down at me. With my fingertips, I threaded some strands of hair behind my ear, descending further down his cock with my mouth. “Seeing that just makes me even harder,” he continued to groan.
I believed it, feeling how rigid he was inside my mouth. My tongue lapped away around his cock as I took in his essence, eagerly worshipping his thick, juicy erection with my lips, my tongue, my breath… every part of me wanted to please this rugged man who had protected and saved me.
My lips descended faster now, and I found myself rolling into a rhythm as I flicked my tongue along beneath the crest of his head. I felt him groan once more, eager for more of my mouth. His hands pressed down onto my head, fingers intertwining into my locks and wrapping around my scalp.
I obliged him, diving a little deeper, swallowing down more of Lex’s cock. I placed my trust in him, letting him guide me now, dictating the motions and the tempo by which my lips pressed down around his throbbing member.
To my surprise, he was gentler than expected. I feared that he might try to force me to take much more of him inside than I co
uld handle, but that wasn’t the case at all. He respected my limits – pushing me closer towards them, but never overstepping.
It only made me want to please him more.
My fist continued rolling down the length of his slickened erection as I pumped my lips down the rock-hard weapon, purely at the behest of his hands upon my head. Every inch of my body craved him now, demanding his touch, his pressure, and the sensation of him inside me once more.
He released his hands as I lifted my lips off of his cock, a thin trail of saliva connecting them to the glistening head. Rolling my curled fist over his head to stroke the most sensitive folds, I placed my tongue at the bottom of his shaft and licked my way up, then back down, taking one of his large, bouncing globes into my mouth and sucking.
“Oof,” he murmured, letting his head glide backwards into the pillows again. “You’re incredible…”
I took the compliment with a small smile, sucking on the other testicle instead now as I continued rolling my cupped palm around the head of his cock.
His hands clenched down into my shoulders, and I knew that he was getting closer to the edge. In response, I quickened my speed, sucking and stroking his magnificent tool until I could sense his body begin to shift and his chest begin to groan.
“I’m about to…”
My hands clasped onto his thighs and dug into the skin, and I took down as much of his cock as I could handle – a little over half. As I lightly rolled my mouth around it, I felt his throbbing tool spasm, and rope after rope of his steaming, salty seed pumped across the back of my throat.
“God… fucking… shit!” He gasped out, his hands claiming my scalp again, holding my head down as his body went rigid with passion.
As the last few drops of cum spurted across my tongue, Lex began to slacken his limbs. He released a great, heavy sigh, relaxing completely into the bed with his cock still between my lips… and a massive smile across his own.
I plucked his cock free from my mouth and swallowed the last traces of his gift. I immediately proceeded to lick his pole clean, polishing the shaft to completion with my tongue.
“That was… absolutely incredible,” Lex murmured in drained satisfaction. “You are brilliant at that, Riley.”
I knelt up from between his legs on the bed and curled up beside his great, naked form, tracing his cut muscles with my fingertips. “Glad you enjoyed yourself. I figured it was the very least that I could–”
He was already slipping down the bed and beside my hips, whipping up the edge of my dress.
“Wait, what are you–”
“I knew it,” Lex grinned up at me.
“Knew what, exactly?” Although, I knew just what he was talking about.
“You’re so wet for me,” he smiled, tugging at the thin veneer under my dress and across my soaked pussy. I was still in my clothes from the other night, and that included the thong…
And that very thong was now being tugged down my thighs and dropped to the floor.
Before I could even pretend to protest, he was burrowing his face between my legs, lapping away at my slickened folds. It was my turn to thread my fingers through his thick hair, tugging him down into my sex and gasping at the touch of his tongue.
“Oh, Lex… fuck…”
His tongue began to tease my clit, flicking the engorged bead of my passion. My hips lifted in response, but he kept me pinned down to the bed, his great strength trapping me right where he wanted me.
With a light sucking motion, he slipped it partially into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue and nuzzling his face against my folds. It was all I could do to keep myself from screaming with pleasure.
Good fucking god, he’s good at this, I thought to myself. Holy shit, how did I ever think I could turn down more of THIS?
I felt the tip of a finger part my wet chasm, and a second joined it shortly after. He pressed his digits inside, curling them to manipulate the small bundle of nerves inside. Meanwhile, his mouth released my clit, the tongue tracing the hood and teasing along the very edges, unwilling to drive me too far into total sensitivity.
It was just the way that I loved it.
Lex continued to play my sex like an instrument, his mouth deftly working my body with gusto. I realized how deeply into his scalp I was digging my fingertips, but I couldn’t fathom the thought of releasing even an ounce of pressure.
At the same time, my thighs opened and closed unexpectedly; sometimes, they slackened as I enjoyed his expert touch… but other times, they squeezed tight, trapping his skull in a vice between my legs.
His fingers, stained with my juices, finally plucked free from my chasm. Lex paused to lick them lightly before reaching up to caress my face, and I took his hand and dove them into my mouth. Cleaning the fluids off with my tongue, I murmured out another moan of satisfaction before releasing his hand.
It returned down below, and he shouldered my thighs and clenched his fingertips down into the supple skin, holding them tightly around his head as he absolutely went for it.
As Lex married his mouth to my lower lips, his tongue darted along my clit in unpredictable but jaw-dropping patterns, forcing my body to react with a twitching spine and writhing hips. As he held me close, I kept him there, pressing down harder on his head as my hips rose to meet his pressure.
“Oh god, just like that,” I murmured. “Don’t stop. Just keep doing that… oh god… oh Lex… oh fuck me, I’m… I’m…”
My syllables descended into incoherent babbling, followed by sharp, loud moaning, and then a stifled scream. I felt pleasure whiplash down my spine as the forceful string of orgasms came, rocking my body and leaving me in complete, blinding bliss.
I’d experienced complete sexual fulfillment before. Less often that I’d liked with my partners, but a lucky few choices had brought me to that edge and pushed me all the way.
But when Lex did it…
This was completely different.
I felt a total alignment of ecstasy across my body. Every nerve ending burst into paradise as my body quivered with relentless, bursting satisfaction… I had been driven up to the highest precipice of pleasure, and then sent careening wildly down into a pit of wanton, carnal bliss.
It was only after the succession of multiple climaxes finally ended that I realized how hard my thighs had clamped around his head. As I released my vice grip on his head, feeling my entire body trembling with ache, I collapsed down into the bed and let my breasts heave with complete orgasmic release.
“How,” I murmured. “How was that even better than last time?”
Lex pulled up beside me in bed, supporting his head with a planted elbow in the pillows. “The last time was just a little fun together, but now we trust and respect one another.”
“Do we?” I asked, not meaning to antagonize, but merely requesting clarification.
“I certainly like to think so, love,” he chuckled in that smooth British accent.
My eyes fell upon his skull, and I remembered the blow he’d taken to it… and the resultant gash. “Oh god. Lex! I’m so sorry! I completely forgot about–”
“It’s perfectly okay,” he smiled handsomely. “I’d have indicated something if you’d been hurting me. They gave me some mild painkillers for it, and I didn’t notice any pain–”
He stopped, groaning for a moment before sinking into the pillows.
“Oh, dammit, I should have known better than to fuck you straight out of the hospital,” I bitterly told myself, leaning up to check out his wound. “At least it’s not bleeding…”
“I’ll be fine,” Lex mumbled. “I just need to take it a little easy for a moment. Believe me, I’m not feeling any pain…”
“Is that so?” I asked quietly, tracing his muscles with my fingertips again.
“Yeah, I believe so. That adrenaline, those chemicals in my head… gotta love those endorphins. They make for great therapy.”
“Well, if that’s so,” I smiled, clutching onto his thick cock. To my am
azement, he was still mostly hard, with just the slightest limpness to it. I knew how to clear that up, though.
I began to stroke his cock again, feeling it gradually stir back to full power within my hand.
“What, again? You’re going to spoil me,” Lex chuckled, starting to lean up.
“No, no,” I insisted, pressing him back down with my free palm against his pectoral. “You just lay back and let me do all the work, okay? Let me take care of you… the best way I know how to right this moment.”
Lex smiled softly.
“I guess I can’t argue with that…”
As his cock thrummed with power, I slowly lifted an ankle, shifting myself into a straddle over him. But it was more convenient with the angle to face away from him, and I thought he might appreciate the view of my ass, bouncing up and down his massive cock…
Slowly lowering my wet, fulfilled lips down around his crimson head, I gasped at how it stretched me. As I held his cock upright with one graceful hand, I gradually sank my hips down his wet erection, inching my way down until I was finally hilting him again.
“Gotta say, I quite enjoy this view…”
“Knew ya would,” I smiled over my shoulder, biting my bottom lip. “Now, like I said, just relax and let me take care of you…”
Slipping one hand into my hair to hold it up and tug against a handful of follicles, I slipped the other against one of his thighs for support. While my hips began to rock against his, I felt his hands slide around them, the fingers clenching in as he started meeting my motions with the sturdy, powerful swaying of his pelvis…
27
Lex
The convenience of being on vacation in the States and sleeping with a self-employed painter was that we got to see a whole lot of each other as the weeks dragged on by.
